Everyday I strolled through the fields
When My day was done
I went there to have solitude,
After the day's joy, sorrow and fun...
The fields I went to
Was A really great place,
All around, there were trees!
And sweet Breeze blowing against the face.
By The time I reached the spot,
The sun would already set,
And darkness would slowly invade
By every minute late!
I wished I could go there by the morn,
'cause I often wished to see
How the Green lushes of fields,
In morn, would look to me!
But I doubt about that chance yet,
As nobody wants me to go to school late,
So I always have to go there In the evening,
When the blazing sun would set.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem